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Agree with Margriet. There's also something about ballet shoes that delves deep into the little girl inside of us, we have all wanted to be so graceful and wear a tutu. I know I did, dream of it I mean. I was never very elegant... instead of ballerina's, I wore my grass stains proudly but they don't make for such an exquisite picture :-)

Have you used them before in RL, dear Sam? I remember at my primary school there were people looking for kids for ballet school.For a moment I thought it would be great to dance in ballet but...they didn't choose me.;) Many years later I've learnt how hard dancing in ballet is and am grateful they didn't choose me.;)I like a lot to watch them dancing still.:)Your shoes are BEAUTIFUL!Hugs and kisses

I guess that Remco has the (let's say) Sinterklaas-illness, he is right: a lot of people make poems nowadays until it is the 5th of December and Sinterklaas will leave our country for one year. Even my Klaas Vaak/the Sandman rhymes ;)!Hugs, Ilona

When I was a little girl, I wanted to become a prima ballerina!!! I read books about ballerinas and for many years, my favorite movie was the ballet classic " The Red Shoes" My favorite dreams were the ones where I was a center stage, dancing gracefully across the theater stage to a mesmerized and maddly applauding audience. Ahh.... To dance.... to dream!

I suppose that ballerina shoes have a magic on their own.My little niece dances and I do not longer envy dancers, I see my little one's poor feet and I wonder if it worth all this suffering.Yet when I look at ballet dancers and I see how gracefull they are, how they seem to float weightlessly into air I sigh a tiny bit and I dream.Your little shoes gifted all of us with a fleeting sweet dreamHugs, Ro

What are they trying to say those little shoes?! They speak of the beauty of dance, the softness of femininty, the quiet peace of a lone ballerina; but they also whisper of hours of gruelling practice, of strength and determination, and a theatre full of music and the joy and wonder of the audience. I am truly in love with these little objects and their surroundings.

Knock knock....Crrrreeaaaakk.. The hinges are so rusty!Hellooooo.....?Anybody hooooome????*Silence...*Perhaps the place really is abandoned...."What was that....? can you hear that music.... so faint.... perhaps it is just a whisper...I am only imagining...*Sigh*"I wonder if the paints have gone dry....Perhaps I should try and paint something..."But would anybody see....?No matter.... it is the doing that matters... following those Dreams....Only know you love her when you let her go.... And you let her go...*sigh*

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These blogs chronicle my journey into the wonderful world of miniatures.
"The Beginning" is the prequel to it all, the one that triggered my obsession with the weird and wonderful world of doll houses.
"My Maharajah's Palace" is a journal of the trials and tribulations en-route to the building of my Indian Palace.
"Projects, Musings & AOB" is like my workroom or scrapbook of anything minis.